DESIRE

the thorned rose
that caught the blood
has a place within your heart

you cling to the invisible
in your shelter in the dark

your mind is a wasteland
in the future it remains

with your eyes you know the past
your bodiless domain

the cup from which you drink
holds no secret in your hands

& the bread that is your sustenance
robbed by a beggar man

you clasp the idol to your breast
you feel beyond the temple of your flesh

ancient bride of the body
dark abodeless Eanna Kesh

& the sound of women weeping
is the dew upon your breath

& you fear not the hopelessness
as you sense the tread of death

your father confessor
has yet not made his own ascent

his chariot your soul
has devoured your final sacrament

your eyes are wearied by the light
of your burning memory

but the only one that once you loved
is not the one you seek

you carry the reflection
in the shadow of your heart

you see & hear only in your sleep
when you know you're not apart

and the hand that washed the muslin
no more holds you to her breast

and your long ago provider
still awaits you in the west

and the only love that lifts you
is the birds cry from the flesh

far beyond yoyur prison
you may hold within your head

from your eternal chamber
you long no more to be freed

back to the world of poverty
that holds nothing in belief

you raise your head in silence
casting patterns with your sights

while men & women in your name
& cause still deem to fight

you gaze not upon your mystery
oblivion in truth

blindness is your guardian
and the collection plate your food

and the holy man who seeks you
knows you within his breast

sees not beyon d the elusive
within the living flesh

his emptiness may clutch a stone
& cast it into life

but he cannot make you love him
nor take you as his wife

his strife is in perfection
to attain his place beyond you

but he cannot see outside
the window of your view

his loneliness adorns you
boundless as the hart

yet he sees not your true image
the phantom of his heart